San Marino

Grazing on a pasture green,
Lazy in the noon day sun,
Supping on the drops of dew,
Heaven-laced, and freedom won,

What does it take to lead a team,
Who ache to follow so,
Who will raise their head so high,
To bring down, high to low,

The essence of the future plan,
So all can gaze, and be,
Party to the truth at last,
And bow before with glee,

The image of the Son of God,
Returned to light of day,
Forever present in the fields,
But revealed from cloud, to play?